"A girl's night out, huh..." Maya sat and thought as she read the invitation. It was from Trucy. The plan was to go to the Eldoon Noodle Spa and have a girl's night out. At least, that's what she could decipher from the note. It looks like it was written by a Mr. Saturn.
"hello friend,
lets run to spa
thanks much!
thanks much!"

"Well...do you think you're going to go?" Phoenix looked at her, expecting an answer. "I'll even drive you there."
Maya...wasn't quite sure. The last girl's night out that she had was with Mia. She didn't want to get down in the dumps while she was hanging out. That would be pretty awful. But at the same time, it's not like she had done anything for herself in a while... it had just been case after case, and training when there was no more cases.
"You know...I think I need one. You don't mind dropping me off?"
"Not at all. Let me know when you have your things."

Maya began packing her things. Clothes, toothbrush, minty toothpaste, her spare magatama. She somehow managed to fit it into one suitcase, although she barely was able to close the zipper. She popped the handle out and began rolling it to the front of the office, where Phoenix was already waiting.

The two headed down to the car, and she put the suitcase in the trunk of the SVU. As they pulled out of the parking lot, and started heading towards the highway, Phoenix broke the silence between them.
"It's been about nine years since Mia..."
"...Yeah..."
"...She'd be proud of you, you know? You've made a name for yourself as a reputable spirit medium." Phoenix paused and bit his lip. "I know she would be proud of you, Maya. I just know it."
"Nick, you don't have to reassure me! You're such a sentimental geezer!"
"S-sorry... I still remember... that night."
"...I think we all do. There isn't a person alive who didn't read about Mia's death.."
"And what a scoop that was!" Spark Brushel erupted from Maya's suitcase, having been summoned with the minty toothpaste. "Reporter ready for girls night out", end quote!"
This, obviously, startled Phoenix. He swirved into the guard rail and smashed the front of the car. "Wait... I don't know how to drive... I don't have a license... What..."
Phoenix jolted forward! He was in his bed, wearing his blue suit pajamas... "Oh...a dream... that guy still gives me the hibbie jibbies..."
"Oh? What guy?" Brushel said, clinging to Phoenix's arm. "Attorney unfaithful to reporter with another man in a dream", end quote!